Another walk with John Clare is due. Winter is certainly smiling today. It’s a clear crisp morning. In the night the secret ministry of frost has been at work.
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After a very cold night we wake to a crisp winter morning of frosted grass with the bright sun rising over the house tops. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘, full of the ‘innocence of a new born day‘.
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Coming into the peace of wild things in disturbed times.
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My February Spring Dawn daffodils herald the slow, cautious approach of spring full of pauses and hesitation, but the onward progress of an irresistible change has begun.
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A Listening Heart 